Light's Dawn of Azeroth

Chapter 228, Section 51: The Guardian's Eternal Dawn - A World That No Longer Belongs to Us Still Deserves Protection
"Those Naga are jumping through the void portals like madmen into the depths of this ancient temple! As far as we know them, there must be some terrifying power luring them in there."

Grandmaster!

We can't just turn a blind eye like this!
If the Naga were to seize such a dangerous item, the Broken Isles, and perhaps even the entire world, might face a crisis.

In the deep waters below the tomb of Sa, several seals gathered together for a "meeting".

Well, the seals of Azeroth don't talk, so these few seals that can speak in the water are definitely not normal creatures. And in all of Azeroth, besides the strange Loa warriors under their command, there's only one other profession that can "change size at will."

That's right, it's those strange druids being looked after by those strange wilderness demigods.

The Broken Isles are small, but there is an area that is a holy site for druids. The great forest called "Val'sharah" is home to the world's oldest temple of the moon goddess, which also houses a strange object called "Elune's Tear," a sacred relic of the Kaldorei moon goddess's kingdom. So it is quite normal for a group of druids to appear here as "stalkers."

Faced with the nervous advice of a small black seal, the old seal adorned with jeweled pendants pondered for a moment, then nodded and said:

"Yes, what you say makes a lot of sense. The temple was destroyed a hundred years ago, and we are but mortals with limited vision; yet, upon learning the truth, we have pondered how to restore it, and our actions have been more effective than our words. Since we are already here, let's go and see for ourselves!"
Naga are fierce, do not be reckless; act in accordance with the times, do not force things. Child of Nature, transform and set off!

"crash"

The pool of the abyss was stirred up, and amidst the swirling waves, several druids transformed into storm ravens and flew out of the water. However, the leading archdruid turned into a large owl wearing a crown of thorns, with beautiful blue feathers mixed in with its dark white wings.

This means that she is a follower of the mysterious "God of Change," Lord Kangzu, and not an ordinary raptor druid.

This line of druids is very rare, mainly because Kangzu is a very "magical" wilderness demigod. To put it simply, other demigods would call him a "crazy person who doesn't speak properly."

With such a lord, the style of this line of druids becomes obvious: they speak in a long, ornate style, emphasizing a learned and charlatan-like demeanor.

Anyway, even within the tolerant Cenarion Circle, not many druids are willing to interact with them, mainly because listening to them talk is too tiring. Occasionally, they'll give you a riddle to guess, and if you don't, they'll get angry.

They're all like lunatics, truly a case of like attracts like. They're a bunch of oddballs comparable to the "Rende Society." The reason they weren't killed is because Kang Zu is incredibly powerful and deeply understands the path of destiny, thus possessing exceptional judgment of the situation.

This creature and its retinue excel at arcane attacks, making them true "turrets" among druids, similar to balance druids.

And it can fly!

This can be a very useful life-saving skill when being chased by an enraged comrade.

Led by the giant owl, the group flew over the ancient and deep temple and soon arrived at its depths, where they saw Aegwynn, Nellie, and Yrel fighting the Naga.

Nelly and Yrel put in their best effort, and the Naga who died at their hands fell in droves, but Aegwynn had a very hard time acting.

She had to constantly restrain herself from using a single Disintegrate spell to send all these weak Naga to their deaths. She kept urging the ancient souls to gather quickly, because after finishing what she did here, she still had to escort the "divine body" to Draenor.

She really didn't trust anyone else to do this job.

The druids, seeing the Naga charging, immediately rushed to help, only to be blocked by the wings of Kangzu's retinue. Kangzu, perched high on a roof beam, peered out like an owl, then whispered:

"Humans are cunning; this is a trap. Do not go. The temple behind us is rife with fel energy; it is dangerous! Follow me."

Wow.

The Archdruid spread her wings and flew to the rear temple; she was wise and experienced, knowing exactly where the real problem lay.

A group of young druids followed her like baby birds following their mother, but just as they were about to reach the temple entrance, the gate suddenly opened, and a wave of scorching heat rushed in, causing the archdruid to come to an abrupt halt in mid-air.

She stared in disbelief at the "evil god body" sealed in the temple. As a "veteran" who had participated in the ancient war, she immediately recognized the residual aura on the god body in front of her.

What the hell!

It is the remnant of Sargeras's true god body!

This is going to be the death of me!
The other lesser druids had not participated in the War of the Ancients; they could only sense that the divine body before them was terrifying, but they had no idea why the bird feathers on the archdruid's neck were standing on end.

"Damn it! Damn it! Retreat! Retreat! Silly children, get back to Val'sharah! Summon the Emerald Heart and all the Wilderness Demigods! Get the Black Raven King and the Moon Guardians here right now!"

Reinstate the Dragon Covenant!

Summon the Highmountain Minotaur, Bearman, and Boarman to rebuild the anti-demon alliance!
The body of the Dark Titan is here!
"Elune, this really scared the hell out of me!"

See, this thing is so terrifying that anyone who knows what it is can't stay calm. It even scared Kangzu's family so much that they could no longer speak properly. That's how serious the problem is.

However, they only saw Sargeras's divine body and did not notice the half-giant Watcher who was emerging from the ashes carrying two swords.

Diakum blinked, looking at the large owl that had almost collided with him, and said in surprise:
"Huh! It's actually the retinue of that idiot riddle-maker Kang Zu? How strange."

"Shut up! You scoundrel, you are not allowed to humiliate my master like this!"

The archdruid angrily rebuked them, gesturing with his trembling tail feathers for his "little birds" to run away.

Silly kids, don't just stand there, go back and ask for help!

This situation is beyond what a Grand Druid like her can handle.

"Since we're already here, isn't it a bit late to leave now?"

The Vigilant blinked and raised his hand, unleashing a group Holy Light Binding, which instantly locked all the druids in the air with golden chains. Meanwhile, Aegwynn, as if on cue, threw out a group Frost Tombstone, freezing all the birds that landed.

Only the Archdruid remained, cunningly dodging two attacks in succession.

She performed a backflip, transforming into her elf form, and, holding a wooden staff, prepared to call upon her master to come and save her.

But Diakum recognized her immediately.

"High Druid Elereth Refrall, don't be alarmed, we are all good people, it's just that you saw something you shouldn't have seen, so we must ask you to stay in another world for a few days."

Dick tried to persuade them to surrender in a gentle voice.

But this sounds a bit off. Phrases like "saw what I shouldn't have seen" and "another world" together can easily lead to misunderstandings.

Archdruid Elereth Refrall was ready to fight to the death, but her delay gave an opportunity to the "third party" who had been hiding in the shadows.

A dark figure darted into the closing temple gates behind Diakum with a whoosh. The Royal Spy Master of Suramar glanced forward and was immediately stunned by the powerful Titan's body, followed by a surge of wild joy.

This sealed divine body still possesses immense power. If we can bring it back to Suramar and extract its magic, it will surely awaken Queen Azshara, who is slumbering in the Darkwell. At that time, the Elven Empire will surely reappear in the world!
Azeroth is about to welcome its true and only ruler!
This is a blessing for the elves.

After confirming the target, the spy master immediately took out a communication stone, crushed it, and was about to summon the archmage Elisande to come and seize the divine artifact.

But in the blink of an eye, the instant the communication stone shattered, a time-reversing magic, manipulated by Aegwynn, swept over the Spymaster, causing her to watch helplessly as the shattered communication stone was restored to its original state, and her location was transported from inside the temple to right in front of Diakum.

Another "old acquaintance".

But this time, the Vigilant showed no mercy, swinging his left hand instead of the Twilight Hammer, which slammed into her forehead with a thud, much to the Spymaster's wide-eyed gaze.

Perfect teamwork!

The mental shock brought by the void caused the powerful spy master to collapse to the ground in a daze before she could even use her skills. In the pain of the void tearing at her mind, she only saw the tall blue-skinned hoofed man bend down and grab her by the collar from the ground.

"Hello, Ms. Vashj."

Diakum looked at the High Elf assassin master before him, whose entire body was covered except for his eyes, and said:
"It's so good to see that you haven't turned into a Naga, but unfortunately, you also saw things you shouldn't have seen. Go to sleep, many old friends would like to have a chat with you."

The mind-guided hypnosis caused Vashj, loyal to the Queen, to struggle desperately. However, the hypnosis from the Dark Archon and the Twilight Hammer was not something a high-ranking legendary assassin like her could withstand. She soon fell asleep with her eyelids drooping and was then placed aside by Diakum and imprisoned by the illusionary tentacles of the Void.

"There's one last group hiding, unwilling to come out!"

Aegwynn had already drawn Sargeras's Scepter, and she said:
“I don’t want to wait any longer. Things could go wrong if I wait too long. I’ll just teleport this entire area directly to Stormwind City. I’ll send you there first, and then I’ll come back to deal with the divine body.”

"Alright! Where are the ancient warriors?"

The Watcher looked around, and at Aegwynn's signal, as the spirit lights fluttered in the cold wind, High Priestess Deyana appeared in this chaotic land, holding an ancient anti-magic alliance battle flag.

She chanted hymns praising Elune aloud, and with a wave of her hand, the terrifying "Moonlight Railgun" roared down.

A scorching Moonfire spell wiped out an entire row of Naga in a single strike.

Seeing her old rival appear, the Deep Sea Matriarch Saslin knew that today's "treasure hunt" was probably going to fail. But it was just a tactical gamble anyway. As long as she confirmed that there was treasure here, she could bring back enough reinforcements from the Naga's Deep Sea Empire to seize the treasure.

Therefore, as one ancient warrior after another appeared in the eerie wind, the Naga Matriarch immediately hissed and retreated to the side of her powerful sea beast lord, Hayatan, and cast a teleportation spell to leave the place. However, the flying Void Spike interrupted Saslin's teleportation, and the fiery claws of the Sunhawk "Holy Sun" and the pounce of the spirit beast Gora completely destroyed her spell.

Archbishop Nelly tilted her head and waved to her.

Her boyfriend said he would invite these guests to "another world" for a visit, so why is she thinking of leaving at the last minute? You Nagas have absolutely no manners!

"Don't kill them!"

Dick shouted to the ancient warriors:

"There are plenty of greenskins on the Stormwind battlefield to fight them. Even if they only manage to take down one, these soft-skinned snakes will have made a contribution. Lady Aegwynn! Prepare to teleport!" "Alright, landing point: city center. Hold on tight! This wave will be a bit bumpy!"

Aegwynn held the Scepter of Sargeras and pressed it to the ground, arcane power surging into it, tearing apart the surrounding space almost instantly, even though the Guardian had only injected a sliver of power.

She dared not exert too much force, for fear of smashing the entire Tomb of Sargeras onto Stormwind's head.

This thing's power is outrageous; it's simply not something a mortal should be able to handle.

This is the fundamental reason why she doesn't trust anyone else to control it; if she accidentally slips up, it could turn into a city-wide or even continent-wide disaster in no time.

"Warriors of the Anti-Demon Alliance! The ancient enemy has returned to this world, eager to destroy us just as they were ten thousand years ago. But we will respond to their destruction with the only language they can understand, just as we have done with annihilation!"

High Priestess Deyana, holding her battle banner, shouted to the spirits of the warriors behind her:

"Although the outside world no longer belongs to us, the remnants of spirits from ten thousand years ago, the valiant Kaldorei are still willing to make one last sacrifice for this world we love!"
Tonight, we will step onto the battlefield for the last time, and under Elune's watchful gaze, Her warriors will make their final journey.

When dawn breaks, another world will exist for us forever.

Praise Elune.

The spirits of ancient warriors raised their battle banners while singing hymns. Though they had been dead for ten thousand years, their lifelike appearances and soaring fighting spirit seemed to reappear as if they were yesterday.

Fate was not kind to them, causing them to die in a necessary sacrifice.

But fate was also so kind to them, making their final journey to death all the more dramatic.

A group of ghosts from ten thousand years ago, led by an otherworldly being, must use the most dangerous demonic artifacts in the universe to travel to a city they've never heard of, in order to secure a victory for a young civilization.

The dead will fight for the living, and the living will retain their hope in doing so.

Who says death is cold and heartless?

Isn't it quite gentle and romantic for someone to die?
Most importantly, their eternal enemy is there. In the Burning Legion's first battle back in this world, the demons' carefully chosen lackeys will face the demon-slaying vanguard from ten thousand years ago!

Ah, this is truly a dark joke.

When they died, the ancient war was still raging; now, as they face their second death, that war is still not over, as if fate had specially reserved a final battle for them.
Without them, how could the previous victories have been perfect?

Let’s go!

Let us dedicate ourselves to this world one more time.

Praise Elune.

The three Moon Sisters commanders called out loudly, but the instant Captain Asa Rascal appeared with his warbler on his back, a Watcher rushed over from the shadows at the edge of the already trembling space.

Captain Xiyue, thinking the enemy was about to attack, drew her sword and charged forward, but several shadowy figures of the Watchers appeared beside her, grasped her hand, and called out:
"mom!"

"what?"

Captain Xiyue was dumbfounded.

The soldiers' final departure, which had been so tragic and inspiring, drew everyone's attention. But when the Watcher removed his owl helmet, revealing a face seven-tenths similar to the captain's, Asa Moonbeam's eyes widened. She then smiled rarely, embraced the child before her, and whispered:
"Thank goodness, Nasa, you survived. Forgive me for leaving without saying goodbye. I knew my sister Maiev would take good care of you. (Ps1)"

"They all say you're dead, but I don't believe it! If I had known you were here, I would have come to find you much sooner."

The well-trained Watcher Master cried out in an instant, but Captain Xiyue glanced at the space around him that had begun to twist and tear, and the faint reflection of another city.

She held her daughter's hand and said:
"Come, let me fulfill my promise to you, girl. Let my mother teach you how to hunt, even if it's just for one night."

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"Dia, Master of Dark Words! Give it your all, summon more undead to engulf this city. Chief Zul'Farrak is waiting."

A demonic dragon roared as it flew over the city, which was already a third of the way occupied. Morgans, the human traitor who rode the dragon, brandished his staff, repeatedly slamming down sulfurous flames, and shouted at the orc women standing on the city walls, now littered with corpses:

"We're about to take Stormwind! Hahaha, those weak civilians are blocking the port area and trying to retreat, but they don't have enough ships. Ah, this is exactly what I've been dreaming about."

Burn it! Burn it!
If the prosperity of this city cannot be used for my own purposes, then I would rather set it ablaze with my own hands!

"Shut up, human!"

Dia Darkwhisper, a high necromancer from the Shadowmoon Clan who joined the Shadow Council, wielded a bone staff and continuously unleashed necromancy on the battlefield. The corpses killed by orcs and death knights trembled as they were infused with power, then twisted and rose to their feet, becoming like zombies as they joined the ever-advancing army of destruction.

The battle was so intense that the necromancer could no longer abide by the taboos set by Warchief Orgrim and the wolf spirit priests. She indiscriminately unleashed her necromancy, turning the green-skinned orcs killed by humans into part of the army of the dead.

These cannon fodder are absolutely necessary.

The human paladins and elven rangers launched a fierce counterattack.

They were engaged in the fiercest street fighting between the wolf riders and heavy infantry of Fenris Wolf Clan in the commercial district. The spellcasters who had been hesitant before were now disregarding their guardian heritage and frost artifacts. The warlocks of the War Tribe had sealed off the city's space, preventing them from escaping through teleportation. These brutal greenskins and sinister death knights clearly intended to leave no one in the city unscathed!
Now, even the noble mages must roll up their sleeves and fight alongside the common soldiers to kill the enemy and fight for their lives.

Without these corpses joining the fray, this battle would not have ended until dawn, given the resilient counterattack from the humans.

It's likely that Zul'Gurub, that cunning bastard, anticipated how fierce the siege of Stormwind would be, so he led a portion of the Dragonmaw clan to attack Northshire Abbey.

What a cowardly scoundrel! Even having a powerful weapon can't change his cowardly nature.

The city is in chaos right now.

Lothar and his fiancée led the paladins at the forefront of the commercial district, determined to fight to the death and buy the minimum amount of time needed for the relocation of the dock area.

Lothar even saw Prince Varian and the Draenei general who was protecting him on the battlefield, but now was not the time to worry about that.

"Can I still fight?"

Lothar swung his holy sword, slaying the surging undead in front of him. He pulled Major Windsor to his feet and shouted:

"How many people are left who can organize a counterattack?"

"I don't know, we were scattered, Marshal."

The major said in a hoarse voice:
"Those Blademasters and Shattered Hand Assassins are trying to assassinate our spellcasters. If they succeed, this area won't hold. I just saw the gnolls charging towards the docks."

“Bovar and Ryan are both there, I believe they can hold out!”

Lothar wiped the blood from his face, looked at the death knights riding undead warhorses and driving the dead forward, and turned to Daenerys beside him, who maintained a high fighting spirit, and shouted:
"Follow me! We must deal with those Death Knights. They are the nodes controlling the undead army, the commanders! We must purify them, otherwise these undead will keep appearing."

"I'll charge, you follow! You cowardly old man."

Daenerys roared with fighting spirit, dragged her Thorbane battle axe and charged out, swinging a wide slash that sent all the undead in front of her flying. Lothar and Major Windsor rushed over and called upon the Holy Light to attack the Death Knights.

Their raid went smoothly, but after scattering the three Death Knights and causing the undead to run rampant, the chaos in the commercial district showed no signs of abating.

Lothar leaned on his holy sword, panting. He had lost count of how many undead and orcs he had killed, but the fiercer their battle, the faster the power of death would resurface.

Their victories and defeats both nourish the growth of the power of death, an enemy that neither humans nor elves have ever faced.

Can they really win a war that has already formed a "sea of ​​the dead"?

The thought crossed Lothar's mind, but was quickly dismissed by the Paladin Marshal.

It's no longer a question of whether we can win or lose!
All they could do was fight, so let's fight here; killing one more enemy is always good.

"By the Holy Light."

Lothar raised his hand, gathering holy light to heal Daenerys's wounds, then raised his holy sword, and at that moment, he whispered:

"If you have truly revealed the fate of this city of faith, then please show it to us."

"Want to see fate weep before your eyes? No problem, just look up!"

A light, cheerful voice rang in Lothar's ears, causing the marshal to instinctively look up. Then, he saw it appearing high in the night sky.
light.

Ps1:

Let's play on the identity trope.

It is said that when the Tomb of Sargeras raid was being developed in the early days, the storyline was intended to be based on Warcraft, making Na'Sa, the huntress who died in the Tomb of Sargeras while saving Maiev Shadowsong, a boss. Later, perhaps due to timeline considerations, she was replaced by Captain Aysa Moonstrike.

The two names seem to differ by only a few letters, and they sound exactly the same in Chinese.

Of course, this is just a rumor similar to an "urban legend," and there is no evidence to prove it to this day. Just take it as a joke.

(End of this chapter)